I LOVE
I love the playing fields When no one is playing (on them) I love Sunday evenings and my aloneness The tinge of these grasses on my neck I love I love the green of the young grass and the brown of its dying blades The unwinged creatures that stray on my writing pad, I love I love to sleep here I love these grasses Without a need for reciprocation Without the pain of fear I love I love All because I once loved- loved too intensely